My god, I didn't even know there was an eleven AM. The horror!

Anyway, apparently next Sunday Mercury, Mars, and Jupiter will be in alignment within a circle with a diameter or one degree, the closest grouping of planets since 1925. Suck it, those of you who live in light-polluted areas! This is where I'm a viking! Michigan has one thing going for it.

I wonder what strange astrological factors said grouping portends?

Well, our second session of DnD didn't go too well last night XD All that needs to be said is that an argument over a +1 Longsword broke down into the dissolution of the group *breaks down into laughter* Ah well, that was a weird campaign anyway. Let me recap.

DM: (After opening the campaign world and us spending 2 hours rolling characters) Ok, so place your miniatures on this map. It is raining heavily, and you can just see a man walking in front of you on a bridge. Another man approaches him. There is a struggle. The first man falls down, the other man leaps off the bridge.

Dave: How high up in the bridge?

DM: Pretty high, like 400 ft.

Dave: So he's either dead or he used featherfall.

DM: What do you do?

Jenn: I'm going to run up and make a heal check on the prostrate body.

DM: OK

Dave: I'll follow her.

DM: Ok. As you are inspecting the body, a figure leaps onto the bridge from the other side. Apparently he was lurking just below the bridge. You can see him better now...he's a eight foot tall construct.

Dave: Wha?

Jenn: Say wha?

Other players: Snicker snicker

DM: He has a greataxe out, and as Jenn's character is closest to him, swings at her. *rolls* Ah, a natural twenty. That's crit range, let's confirm it. *rolls*...ooh, another twenty....this greataxe is x3 crit...*rolls some more*

Jenn: Whimper

Other players: Snicker snicker

DM:...carry the one....square root of thirteen...

Jenn: Whimper

Other players: Snicker snicker

DM:...for a total of 26 damage. Does that knock you unconscious?

Jenn: Seeing as how I'm a level one cleric with fuck all for constitution, yes, yes it does.

Long story short, because of a seemingly useless feat I took as my first level feat, I could get res'd for free, although I do sport a rather fetching scar across mah abdomen and another point of constitution damage (should have been two points, but I think the DM felt bad for me).

I just thought that I'd thank for sending the job fairy my way, there might be something vaguely New Yorkish/Detroitish cooking there but we won't know until Christmastimeish. So kudos! As far as part time employment to pay ze bills, well, we'll see.

Aaaaanyway, I have been cell phoneless for about a month now. Has anyone noticed? I think not. I'm pretty sure that Salman Rushdie gets more calls than I do. But that's cool. I only ever called my parents anyway, in frantic attempts to ascertain whether Bender is still alive or not. They keep avoiding the question. Without me there he gets ignored, and might everntually commit doggy seppuku.

Oh well. I think that it's probably time for me to get something straight once and for all, perhaps. I am horrible at keeping in touch with people. Really, really horrible at it. It's not that I don't like the people involved (ok, in very rare cases it is, and I doubt any of those rare cases are reading this seeing as how most of them were high school acquaintances) - I just don't like forcing myself on people. I can't bring myself to call someone out of the blue and just say "Hey, what's going on? What are you doing this weekend? Oooh, can I come too?!?!" I just personally think that's really rude. I was always taught to wait to be invited and to NEVER invite yourself along with anything. So, I've done a lot of waiting. And I guess that I was the only one who was raised this way, because a lot of outings and events have come and gone and ended with me sitting by the phone with a bowl of spaghetti-os.

This reserve on my part has earned me the reputation of being cold and distant and preferring my own company and all that crap. I prefer my own company because that's usually the best I can get. I rarely answered my cell phone when I had it because it was usually down the side of the couch for days on end, or in a box somewhere, or in the microwave (ok, I've never done that). When you get, on average, 2 calls a month (both from your mom asking where you left the nail polish remover or some crap) then you tend not to miss it when it's misplaced.

Also, it hurts my feelings sometimes when people say "Oh, so-and-so is sooo hard to get a hold of, they never answer their phone, I guess they live a life of mystery, hahaha" and it's all funny and a cute character trait, but when I'm hard to get a hold of, people are like "Why bother?" and don't give me a second thought.

It's frankly a non-issue now since I'm out of state as always and I know absolutely no one here excepting the family and I have no phone anyway except the land line. I just felt like getting that off my chest, it's been upsetting me for some time.

I always regret posting unhappyish journals, but this is the intarnets, and to join you must be angsty. So I will conviniently sandwich that part about my real feelings between two chunks of happy nonsense so the more easily offended of you can just skim over it.

Man, I love chocolate covered raisins. I have been sowing them for the past few days, I cannot get enough of them! I am such a foodie. When Dave and I were watching DS9, and I asked him which ship he would rather live on, the Enterprise-D, Voyager, or Deep Space 9, we both agreed on DS9. He chose it because of all the interesting people coming and going and lack of freaking space battles with the Kazon, and I chose it because DS9 has an awesome food court! (and abundance of Cardassian guest characters! Like Garak! And Gul Dukat!!)

Star Trek is quite possibly almost the best thing in the world. If only there was a Medusan or Gorgonnish race I could die a happy woman. There is nothing that I don't like about Star Trek, except possibly last night's really predictable episode "Starship Down" which kinda sucked. I mean, I was making up funny lines that the characters would say in these situations, and then they actually said them. Like, when the ship was attacked and all of the freaking computers exploded and people flew everywhere and those damn aluminum pipes fell down from the celing and crap, and Worf stood up and looked around to ascertain the damage. I said "Computer, lights!" and Dave and I laughed because that would be ridiculous, and then Worf said "Computer, lights!" and we didn't know whether to stop laughing or laugh harder.

Times the word "ascertain" has been used in this journal: 2
Times the word "ascertain" has been said by me in my lifetime: 5

God, I win.